Research, Writing, and Instruction by Geoffrey B. Elliott

Month: April 2017

Students will likely want to know more about one of the major chunks of their grades for the session: online discussions. Requirements and special concerns differ slightly between the classes I am teaching during the term; they are outlined in the documents appended below.

Section 02 met as scheduled, at 1000, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 14 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Twelve attended, verified informally. Student participation was good. Three students from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

Section 03 met as scheduled, at 1100, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 16 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Fourteen attended, verified informally. Student participation was good. One student from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

I‘ve just recently signed my teaching contracts for the May 2017 session at DeVry University in San Antonio, Texas. During the session, I’ll be teaching another section of ENGL 135: Advanced Composition (which I enjoyed last time I did so), as well as a section of ENGL 062: Introduction to Reading and Writing (which will be my first time teaching it at DeVry, although I’ve taught 0-level courses before).

Having a layout of what’s due when is helpful, I find. As such, the following:

ENGL 062

The course requires two essays drafted in stages, other papers, reading lab activities, and discussion postings. Information about the papers and activities is in the course shell; grading information about the discussions is forthcoming. Due dates for each appear below; times are corrected to local time for San Antonio:

Reading Lab: Ten Patterns of Organization, online before 0059 on 12 June 2017

Reading Lab: Next Reading (IV), online before 0059 on 12 June 2017

Reading Lab: Reading Textbooks, online before 0059 on 19 June 2017

Reading Lab: Next Reading (V), online before 0059 on 19 June 2017

Other Writing

Developed Paragraph, online before 0059 on 15 May 2017

Summary/Reaction Paper, online before 0059 on 5 June 2017

Reflective and Planning Postscript, in class on 24 June 2017

Discussions

Week 1, online before 0059 on 8 May 2017

Week 2, online before 0059 on 15 May 2017

Week 3, online before 0059 on 22 May 2017

Week 4, online before 0059 on 29 May 2017

Week 5, online before 0059 on 5 June 2017

Week 6, online before 0059 on 12 June 2017

Week 7, online before 0059 on 19 June 2017

I know it seems like a lot, but I also know 1) preparation, particularly in so short a time as we have, is hard, and 2) my students are capable of doing the work.

ENGL 135

The course focuses on composing one paper in stages; the work is supplemented by additional activities and graded discussions. Information about the paper and activities is in the course shell; grading of the discussions is forthcoming (but will be much like it was in earlier terms, for those who have been looking ahead). Due dates for each appear below; times are corrected to local time for San Antonio:

Course Project

Topic Selection, online before 0059 on 8 May 2017

Source Summary, online before 0059 on 15 May 2017

Research Proposal, online before 0059 on 22 May 2017

Annotated Bibliography, online before 0059 on 29 May 2017

First Draft, online before 0059 on 5 June 2017

Second Draft, online before 0059 on 12 June 2017

Final Draft, online before 0059 on 19 June 2017

Activities

Information Literacy Module, online before 0059 on 15 May 2017

APA Format Presentation Module, online before 0059 on 22 May 2017

Course Project Reflective Postscript, in class on 20 June 2017

Discussions

Week 1, online before 0059 on 8 May 2017

Week 2, online before 0059 on 15 May 2017

Week 3, online before 0059 on 22 May 2017

Week 4, online before 0059 on 29 May 2017

Week 5, online before 0059 on 5 June 2017

Week 6, online before 0059 on 12 June 2017

Week 7, online before 0059 on 19 June 2017

I know it seems like a lot, but I also know 1) preparation, particularly in so short a time as we have, is hard, and 2) my students are capable of doing the work.

After treating concerns from the last class meeting and before, discussion asked after thoughts about the ChEss. It cross-updated each section before returning to assigned readings, trying to get through more of Malory.

Section 02 met as scheduled, at 1000, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 14 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Thirteen attended, verified informally. Student participation was good. Two students from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

Section 03 met as scheduled, at 1100, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 16 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Fourteen attended, verified informally. Student participation was good. One student from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

I got a series of calls last night and this morning telling me that my bank accounts had been compromised. I’ve been struggling to get all of that untangled–in addition to working on the paying jobs. I’m not done with the untangling, in fact, and I’m not at all sure I can get it handled and still have time to write along with the other stuff I have to do. So the next chapter’ll be pushed back a bit more.

I appreciate you following along. I really do, and so I hate to disappoint you. Work’s creeping up on me, though, and I have to get it done–which means I can’t give the story the time it needs at the moment. Please check back on Wednesday, 26 April 2017. I should have the next chapter ready by then.

Of course, if I could get enough donations that I wouldn’t need to work…

𝔗he green-clad man and the mail-clad man who followed him proceeded into Anderitum. There were people on the streets, about such business as they had, and there seemed to be much in the way of trade going on. Indeed, the mail-clad man heard voices speaking in other languages than his own, and while he had heard some of them before, others were entirely alien to him. Some seemed almost as if he was hearing his own tongue spoken as if with full mouth and broken teeth; others were utterly alien in sound to his ears, as if spoken by tongues inhuman. And there were strange smells, as well, obviously food, but cooked in ways and with spices that surpassed the knight’s ken, and he regretted for a moment that he was still amid his penitence–but he remembered that he had it not for much longer, and the food bespoken by such smells would still be there for him when he could partake of it.

The green-clad man, however, rode on, seemingly oblivious to all that went on around him. As more streets began to branch off of the main road in from the gate, he made his way down one, then another, turning seemingly at random but with full deliberation–and the mail-clad man followed him closely, and his hand moved towards one of the knives he carried as the streets narrowed upon them and the buildings rose above. As in the forest days–weeks, now–before, he thought him it would be a good place for ambuscade, and he knew he could not count on the aid of the town watch if matters went badly, for the incident at the gate would surely receive much comment, and it is not to be wondered at that one who makes fools of fellows will not find aid from them.

At length, the green-clad man came to what seemed the back of a stone building, in the midst of which was a door. He dismounted, and from within his sleeve, he withdrew a key with intricate wards, and he inserted it into a lock that showed amid the door. It turned, and he opened the door, motioning the mail-clad man inside. The knight obliged, dismounting and leading his horse within; the green-clad man followed after, handing the reins of his horse to the knight as he closed and locked the door behind them. A moment later, torches flared to life, casting flickering flame-light all around, and the mail-clad man saw that he was amid a stable that was dusty with long disuse but seemed clean. He began to tend to his horse and the green-clad man’s, but the man in green forbade him, saying that such matters would be tended to and bidding the knight follow him further–“But keep ready your sword. I know not if other parts of this house have been similarly kept free of others.”

They proceeded inward, and the knight kept his hand on his sword, but he also noted that torches flared into life as they approached and died out as they passed, and the furnishings that he saw in room after room were of older sort, as were the pictures on the walls composed of small pieces of stone set into pleasing patterns or depictions of events whose content seemed familiar but that he could not place–for the most part. Some few depictions showed matters of which he was certain, for he recognized a paler green girdle on a knight who fought another and lost, and he knew who the woman was who was tide to a stake with torches approaching it. And he guessed that the other events depicted were of similar kind–but he said nothing, although he recalled what he had heard and had thoughts in that line about who it was whom he followed. Yet still did he know whither he was charged and whence, and he would not waver from it while his flesh held firm.

Room after room they searched, and in each, there was the dust of years of inattention–but in the dust were no footprints, either of people or of the small beasts that creep in when people are not about. No track of rat or of snake was to be found, no tracing of snail or slug or other such creature, simply dust deep and unbroken save for the paths their own feet made within it. And the green-clad man nodded, saying that things were as they ought to be, and that they would soon be put to rights. “For,” he said, “I am come again into my own place, and it will remember me in time. But now, it will suffice to find food for ourselves and sleep, and we will not need our horses to do that. Nor will we leave through the door through which we entered–although others will not follow us thence.

“Come, now,” he said, and the mail-clad man followed him through some of the same rooms and into still others, moving in ways that confused his senses until they came to another door that the green-clad man opened with another key. He motioned the mail-clad man out into an open street not like that from which they had entered, but again unlike the main road that had led from the gate through the wooden wall. Instead, he stood upon well-laid stone that had been clearly maintained, and while there was business about, it was of different sort than the knight had before seen in Anderitum. Too, the words he heard were familiar, but only from the mouths of priests as they spoke in the Church’s tongue.

The mail-clad man looked at the green-clad man he followed and asked where they had gone. And the green-clad man replied that they were in Anderitum, as he had purposed to bring them, and as it stood in its glory. “For it is here, Sir Knight, that you will make a difference, perhaps,” he said, “for it is here that my business lies–or its beginning does, as yet.”

After treating concerns from the last class meeting and before, discussion asked after thoughts about the ChEss, the RV of which was to have been submitted before class began. It then returned to assigned readings, trying to get through more of Malory.

Section 02 met as scheduled, at 1000, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 14 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Ten attended, verified informally. Student participation was reasonably good. Two students from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

Section 03 met as scheduled, at 1100, in Weir 111. The class roster listed 16 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Fifteen attended, with one marked absent due to excessive tardiness, as verified informally. Student participation was good, if distracted. One student from the class attended office hours since the previous class meeting.

For the final class meeting, after addressing questions from and concerns about the previous class meeting, discussion turned to final concerns of the overall course project in advance of its expected submission.

Students are reminded that the Group Project Final Version is due, one submission from each group, online before 0059 on 23 April 2017–and earlier is better.

The class met as scheduled, at 0900 in Rm. 106 of the DeVry San Antonio campus. The class roster listed 11 students enrolled, unchanged since the last class meeting. Of them, six attended, verified informally. Student participation was good. Office hours were sharply truncated against the final course meeting and personal concerns.

𝔗he two men, one clad in green so dark as to be nearly black, one clad in mail overlaid with a surcoat of the same green and embroidered with an escutcheon of gules, on a bend argent a baton gules wavy, approached the walls of Anderitum–or of the town that had grown up around it. A low berm rose half the height of a person above the marshy land, and a wooden wall of uneven height emerged from out of it, standing taller than a person ahorse. Platforms, marked by higher thrusts of timber, studded its inside, and a largish gate stood open to the road. A couple of guards, standing in mail and leaning on their spears, kept watch on the gate at the level of the road; at least two more, archers, stood above, likewise watching.

The two proceeded ahead towards the gate, noting that there was some traffic through it. Farmers and merchants drove carts through, more going in than coming out, and people afoot walked freely in both directions. Most received no more than a cursory glance, although some merchants did have to stop and talk for a bit, and the mail-clad man marked that some coin exchanged hands more than once. One poor merchant was turned away, and progress through the gate stopped as he turned his cart around, the donkey pulling it resisting being guided about, and his face was sullen as he passed by the green-clad man and his knight.

At length, the two travelers came to the gate themselves. The green-clad man walked his horse through the gate as if wholly unconcerned with the guards around him, but the mail-clad man could not help but look about at them, and one of those carrying a spear saw his glance and called out to him, saying “Look, you in the armor, hold on a bit! We will need to talk to you.”

The mail-clad man stopped his horse and bent down in the saddle to hear, but the guard continued. “You’re going to need to come down, man, and give account. You’ve got a guilty look about you, you do, and we don’t need no guilty folk in this town. We’ve got enough problems as it is without more of them coming in through the gates.”

At that, the green-clad man turned back and rejoined his follower. To the guard, he said “What’s this about? Why do you feel the need to harass my man? What has he done that is so wrong that you would impede him? We are on urgent business, he and I, and we are not to be stopped by the likes of you!”

The attention of the archers was now fully on the two as the spear-bearing guard leveled his weapon at the green-clad man. “We guard the gate and guard the town, and if we think your man here looks guilty, then we will find out what it is that makes him so. And if he’s your man, then maybe you’re guilty, too, and we ought to stop you from heading on in and ruining what all we have.”

The mail-clad man reached out and lifted the spear away from the green-clad man. He seemed to move with little effort, but the guard struggled with the shaft of the spear and grunted as he failed to resume his posture. The knight said “As you guard the gate, I guard this man. In guarding, I note where those who carry weapons are, because each of you is a potential threat to my charge–as you have said I am to you. Being a warrior, I know the truth of this, and I take no umbrage at it. But I do take umbrage that you will point your weapon at the one in my charge, and I will ask you not to do so again, on pain of your suffering.” And he lifted his arm a bit, and the guard felt himself dragged up, pulled by the great strength of the mail-clad man exerted with seemingly little effort.

The guard let go of his spear suddenly, and he rocked a bit as he fell back onto his feet. He cried out, then, and the twang of bowstrings sang of arrows loosed. One, the mail-clad man caught in his other hand, stopping it scant inches from the green-clad man’s face; the other struck the uplifted spear. The green-clad man said to the guard “Stop your fellows, or my man will have to stop you all.”

Another twang sounded, and the mail-clad man whipped the spear about; two more arrows joined the first in its shaft, and the knight dropped it to reach for his sword. But the guard saw that they would not beat him in any fight that day, and he raised his hand and called out, and the archers relaxed their bows. And the green-clad man said “I am pleased to see that matters have resolved without incident. I trust that you are satisfied about my man and me, that he is no more guilty than I, and that I could not be so well defended were I laden with burdens. For I would hate to have to demonstrate matters more fully than has already been done.”

The guard looked at the two, then back to the gate, where several stood and stared at what had happened, and he shook his head. “I see no problem with you, now. Move along, then, and be about your business quickly.”

The green-clad man nodded and turned back towards the town. After a moment, seeing that the guards resumed their usual vigil and traffic began to flow again, the mail-clad man followed him. Houses and other buildings stood not far inside the wall, although there were fewer near it than further forward, where stone walls stood frowning. And as the knight drew abreast of his charge, he heard him to say “Welcome to Anderitum.”